Will you fade with the Grey? (I'm so sick of losing sleep)
Will you come with me? (To the edge of it all)
The stakes remain placed (At the tip of your tongue)
Will you come with me? (I'm so sick of losing sleep)
And cut it all away; don't stand close to me
I'll cut it all away.
Can you just fade away, will you just fade away
Pull the stakes out of their place.